The space was echoing with the blazing grunts and screams of men having their wounds treated, the metalic smell of blood always lingering between the air. The room felt heavy, tense even with how many Spartan soldiers required assistance with their lesions.

Your frame could be seen, hastening across each man to aid in their need, but the loud echoing of someone's familiar voice calling your name made you halt and turn, seeing your brother supporting a man by his shoulders.